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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.