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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.