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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.