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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.