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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
MC5,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.