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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.