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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Newcleus,
the Association,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.