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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.