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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.