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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.