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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.