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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Index,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.