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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.