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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.