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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.