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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.