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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.