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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.