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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.