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 Honduras 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.