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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.