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 Finland 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.