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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.