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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.