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 Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.