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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.