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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.