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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.