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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.