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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Scion,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.