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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Associates,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.