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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Can,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.