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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.