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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.