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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.