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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.