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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.