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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.