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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.