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 Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.