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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.