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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.