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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.