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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.