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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.