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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.