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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.