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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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 Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.