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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.