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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.