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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.