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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.