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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.