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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.