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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.