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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.