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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.