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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.