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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.