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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.