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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.