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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Monks,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.