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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.