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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.