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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.