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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.