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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.