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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Residents,
the Association,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Magma,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.