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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.