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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.