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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Index,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.