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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.