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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.