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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.