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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Franke,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.