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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.