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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.