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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.