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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.