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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.