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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.