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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.