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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.