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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
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.