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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.