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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.