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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.