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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.