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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
CMW,
PIL,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.