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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.