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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.