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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Flipper,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.