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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.