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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.