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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Can,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.