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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.