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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
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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.