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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mad Mike 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.