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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.