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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.