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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Scion,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Swans,
Can,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.