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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.