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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.