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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.