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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Organ,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.