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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Japan,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.