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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Wings,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
the Human League,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.