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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.