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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.