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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.