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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.