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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.