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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.