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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.