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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.