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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Litter,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.