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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.