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 China and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Index,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.