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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.