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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.