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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.