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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.