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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.