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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.