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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.