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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.