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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Audionom,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.