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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Can,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.