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 Germany 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.