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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.