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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.