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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.