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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.