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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Faust,
Pylon,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.