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 States and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.