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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.