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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.