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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.