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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.