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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.