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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.