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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.