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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.