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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.