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 Angola and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Magma,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.