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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.