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 Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.