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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.