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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.