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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.