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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.