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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.