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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.