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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.