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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.