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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.