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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.