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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.