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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Excepter,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.