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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.