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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.