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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.