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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.