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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.