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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Model 500,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.