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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.