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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.