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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.