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 Switzerland 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
The Index,
The Saints,
ABBA,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.