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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.