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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.