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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.