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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.