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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.