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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Brothers Johnson 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.