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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.