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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.