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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.