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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.