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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.