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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.