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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.