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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.