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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.