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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.