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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Human League to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.