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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.