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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.