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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.