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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.