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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.