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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Model 500,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.