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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.