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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
World's Most,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.