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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.