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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.