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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.