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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.