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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.