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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.