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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.