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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.