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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.