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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.