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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.