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 France 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.