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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.