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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Japan,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.