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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.