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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.