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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Skaos,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.