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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.