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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.