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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.