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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.