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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.