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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.