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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
ABC,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.