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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.