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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.