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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.