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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.