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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
New Order,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.