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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Can,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.