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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.