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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.