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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.