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 Niger 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.