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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Brick,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.