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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.