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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.