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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.