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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Names,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.