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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.