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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.