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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.