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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.