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 Australia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
JFA,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.