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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.