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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.