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 India and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.