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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.