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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.