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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.