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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Cluster,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.