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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.