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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.