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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.