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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.