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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane 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 punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
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,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
AZ,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Television,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.