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 Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.