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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.