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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.