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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.