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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.