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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.