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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.