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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.