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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.