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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.