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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Television,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.