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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.