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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.