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 Ghana and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.