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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.