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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.