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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.