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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.