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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.