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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.