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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.