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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.