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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.