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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Associates,
X-101,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.