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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.