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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.