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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.