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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The Sound,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Can,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.