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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.