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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.