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 Syria 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.