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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Nico,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.