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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
MDC,
JFA,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.