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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.