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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.