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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.