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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.