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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.