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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.