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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.