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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.