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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.