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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Pole,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.