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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.