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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.