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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Japan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.