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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.