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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.