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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.