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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.