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 Canada and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.