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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.