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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.