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 Canada 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.