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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.