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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.