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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.