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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.