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 Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.