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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.