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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.