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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.