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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.