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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.