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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.