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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.