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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.