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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Magma,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.