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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.