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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.