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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
X-102,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.