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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.