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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.