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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.