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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.