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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.