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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.