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 France and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.