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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.