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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.