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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.