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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.