Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.