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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.