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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.