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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.