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 Japan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.