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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.