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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Symarip,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.