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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.