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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
MDC,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.