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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.