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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.