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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.