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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.