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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.