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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.