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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.