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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.