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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.