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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Gong,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.