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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.