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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.