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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.