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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
CMW,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.