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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.