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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.