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 Thailand and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.