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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Mars,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.