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 Malta 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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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.