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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
The Names,
Niagra,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.