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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.