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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.