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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.