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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.