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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.