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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.