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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pylon 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.