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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.