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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
JFA,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.