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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.