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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.