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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Rapeman 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.