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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.