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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.