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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.