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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.