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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.