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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.