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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Wings,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.