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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.