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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.