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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.