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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.