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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.