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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.