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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.