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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.