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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.