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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.