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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.