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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
MDC,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.