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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.