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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.