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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.