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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
UT,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.