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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.