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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.