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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.