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 Norway 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.