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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.