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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.