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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.