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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.