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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Darondo,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.