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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Index,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.