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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.