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 Angola 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Kayak,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.