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 Ghana and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.