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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.