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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.