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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.