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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Magma,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.