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 United States 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.