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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.