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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.