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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.