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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.