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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 CMW to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.