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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Niagra,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.