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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.