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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.