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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.