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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.