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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.