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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.