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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
AZ,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.