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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Standells,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.