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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.