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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Niagra,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Lalann,
UT,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.