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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.