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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.