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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.