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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.