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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.