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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.