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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Evens,
JFA,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.