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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.