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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Television,
Nico,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.