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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.