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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.