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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Nico,
UT,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.