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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Crime,
ABBA,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
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.