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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.