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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.