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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.