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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.