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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.