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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.