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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.