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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.