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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.