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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Nico,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.