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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.