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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Can,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.