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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear 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 jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.