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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
MDC,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.