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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.