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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Monks,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.