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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.