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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.