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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.