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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Crime,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.