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 Togo 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Ronan,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.