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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.