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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Index,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.