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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.