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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.