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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.