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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.