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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
UT,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.