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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.