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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.