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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.