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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.