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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.