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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.