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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.