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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.