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 Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.