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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.