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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.