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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.