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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
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.