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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
10cc,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.