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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.