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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.