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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.