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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Technova,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
X-102,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.