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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.