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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.