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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.