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 Italy 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.