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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.