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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Ten City,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
10cc,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.