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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.