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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Wings,
Ronan,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.