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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.