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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.