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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.