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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.