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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Smog,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.