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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 808 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.