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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.