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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
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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.
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.