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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Brick,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.