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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.