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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.