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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.