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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
a-ha,
Mars,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.