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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.