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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.